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To bind them...; A wedding for Mers & Hikari...
Topic Started: Apr 21 2006, 04:29 PM (607 Views)
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Ticktick tilted his head and narrowed his eyes at the drink Vis'tal now held in its hands. He shook his head with a slight frown on his face.

"No, I can't drink that. It smells weird too. Faith drinks stuff like that and she gets mean when she does."

He kept eyeing the bottle with obvious distaste. Only his beloved oil could bring a smile to his face when it came to drink. Its chemical taste and it lubricated his joints and gears, delicious! And he felt he was in sore need of a spot of said oil.

Faith chuckled quietly at Hensen's reply, her eyes suddenly loosing their watery quality and becoming sharp and narrow. It wasn't a cruel glare, per say, rather one that knew what the man was up to. A similar smirk played on her lips.

"Your attempt at seduction is laughable, my dear boy. Besides, why would you want to court a woman so poorly endowed as me?"

She gestured toward her lacking breast.s as her wings twitched in agreement. They gave another blow towards Hensen, only this one was softer, more coy.
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The creature shrugged, adopting a human gesture after a long period of exposure to the culture, it had grown and learned to adapt. Taking the bottle it held the bottom, placing nearly half of it in its mouth, tilting its head back and letting it dump into its mouth, bits of the red liquid coming out the sounds as it drank heavily, “Chuz’villip!” It said improperly as it let the last few drops into its body, taking the bottle from its mouth and dropping it on the soft earth.

“Seduction?” He asked with a smile, “Come now, is your mind stuck on the idea of that, no miss, I was merely inferring that I am skilled at a great deal of things, a jack of all trades so to speak…” He finished, letting his smirk fade, “And ‘poorly endowed’, oh trust me, I can not say that those are the things I only care for, I have a wide pallet when it comes to interests in the opposite gender…” He nodded, taking his hand from the chair and letting it move slowly through the air, cutting a section just bellow her.

“Hensen Weighrit,” He stated, “It’s a pleasure to meet you…” he took the hand he had just moved and offered it to her, stopping his attempts for a time.
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Ticktick tried to force a smile onto his lips and found he could not do it. It was time to abandon Vissory for a moment. Ducking past the creature, Ticktick strolled over to where Mers was standing still. For a moment, he was trying to figure out why Mers was standing there and why he was standing so still and looking so dreadfully important. He inclined his head politely and greeted him in a slipshod way compared to how he had greeted his beast.

"Scusi, Mr. Mers? I don't suppose you, um, have any oil of any sort here?"

Faith smiled, a real smile. She cordially accepted Hensen's outstretched hand and purposefully flavored her words as she spoke.
"Faith. Pleasure to meet, Monsieur Weighrit. Your exploits sound simply fascinating. I'd consider myself honored if you tell me how exactly you plan to win me over."
And then it was right back to the sarcasm.
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Vis’tal turned, watching his companion scurry off, towards Mers; it had a look of longing in its eyes as he left, closing its jaws onto one another, turning its gaze to the bottle it had dropped.

“What?” Mers asked, turning on his heel and stopping to face the boy, his colorless eyes locked onto him, “Use proper English when you address me, otherwise I might be a little less inclined to help you with your little problem…” He muttered, shaking his head while looking at him, making it clear that he was in no mood to look for oil.

Hensen looked a bit disheartened for a moment, but quickly recovered, shaking her hand quickly and drawing it out a little longer then customary before letting his grip on her go, his hand drifting to his side.

“Well then Faith,” He stated, using her name right away to keep it fresh in his mind, “My plan is simple really, show some chivalry first off, throw in a few witty comments, and find out what you like and don’t like,” He spoke honestly, “And if none of that works I suppose I could get down on my knees and beg…” He trailed off, a stupid grin played across his face as he remembered a few instances of the told behavior.
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Ticktick allowed a small smile, a rather sly and cunning one, to curl into his lips as he inclined his head towards Mers. And then he spoke in monotone, purposefully making it clear that he was mechanical and supposedly uncapable of feelings. The combination of his sneer and voice was disorienting.

"I did not mean to sound rude, Mr. Mers. I was simply asking a question. If it be 'no', say it. There is no need for you to help. I can procure it myself if needed."

Faith looked down at her hand in Hensen's, noticing that he kept his grip slightly longer than normal. And yet she was okay with that. When it was time to let go, she dragged her fingers along his with a light touch. Another sincere smile and a softer, gentler voice. She'd noticed that he was slightly dissapointed at her biting sarcasm.

"I like chivalry."

A slender finger snaked its way up to touch the bottom on Hensen's chin and trail upwards before flicking his lips delicately.

"And the prospect of you begging is so delightful.."
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“No,” Mers quirked his brow, still showing his distaste for the boy, he didn’t care if he was a machine, machines still had a vocabulary and respect, both of which he thought and knew they should use. Besides, why would he have oil?

Hensen rubbed his hands together, glad his comments had made headway. Chivalry it was then, now he would just have to find an instance to prove his knightly skills. That wouldn’t be too hard, hopefully, after all these bogs were full of trails.

“Well then I suppose we’ll have to arrange for me to do those things,” He smiled, breaking the connection of his hands and using one to grab her arm at the elbow and one at the wrist, holding it still, ”After all, I think I would enjoy it as much as you…” He lightly kissed the finger that she had flicked his lips with, pulling away just slightly and smiling.
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Ticktick smiled impishly and reverted from his monotone, giving another sloppy bow that showed he truly didn't have any respect for his elders. Or betters for that matter. Ticktick had yet to experience the emotion of 'fear' from another human. Well, one like Mers anyways. He had fear for his dearest Maria, how she was and what she was doing. She would most certainly be blamed for his disappearance. Maybe even fired.

"See? That wasn't hard, now was it?"

As Ticktick slipped away, back towards Vis'tal, he thought about this. There was just a smidgeon of Mers that reminded him of Maria. It was actually kind of odd.

Faith looked bemused as Hensen's lips graced her finger. It gave her provication to deepen her smile. After she was relieved of his grip, she wrapped the same arm round his neck, inching ever closer to him.

"Is that so?" She crooned. "My dear Hensen, you've captured my interest. It seems as if the bride is not available at the moment and will be a short while 'till the ceremony commences. I say that gives us enough time to slip away.."

Truth be told, Faith had not acted like this nor actually enjoyed herself in over a hundred years. The delight was not so obvious in her expression, but in her heart she was as young as she once was. It wasn't.. a giddy feeling, was it?

ooc/ Oh-HOH! Hah! I stole your word, Mers! PWNED.
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Mers would have hit the boy in any other circumstance, but this was a wedding and he was already quite far from him, a brawl would not be appropriate. Even so, the boy was a rogue, a distasteful one, machines were always so, foolish.

“Thickrick invubluant!” Vis’tal blurted out as Ticktick approached, pointing one of his clawed hands at him, “Rickthick ggoes,” It grumbled, slurring his name again. The disorienting beverage that the beast had consumed was obviously having an effect on it, drinking a whole bottle of some foreign yet deathly beverage tends to have that effect. Needless to say, ‘Vissory’ would be a bit wilier the rest of the evening.

Hensen grinned widely, attractive women with wings in a forest, he was all set before she finished her sentence. True, he was a bit preemptive, but when he was given a shot he wasn’t the type to turn it down.

“I say we go then,” He took her hand and made a low walk along the isle, making his way to a tiny land bridge that would show them to the eerie forests innards, “But we should make haste, I hear these ceremonies tend to start suddenly and oddly, especially with a stiff like Mers running the event…” He nodded, turning to face as he strolled backwards, acting like a guide of some sort.


(Mers: *Quirks his brow* No one owns words, they just copywrite them...)
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ooc/ Blast..

Ticktick sighed and shook his head as he neared his intoxicated beast, pausing to lay a hand on the Lattener's arm. His eyes showed a mix of amusement and a hint of disapproval. His touch, on the other hand, was comforting and gentle, as if he was dealing with a delicate flower instead of a hulking space creature.

"Awright, Vissy. I think that's enough for the moment." His hands slid down Vis'tal's arm to his hands, trying to wrest the bottle out of his grasp.

Faith let herself be lead onwards into the swampy forests, trusting in Hensen's sense of direction. The last thing she wanted was to get lost. Well, that and loose all her alchohol. Whichever came first.

"Oh, I won't keep you long."

A wicked smirk set into Faith's lips. It wouldn't be the right time to tell Hensen that she was about a thousand years his elder, give or take a hundred. She started to pick up the pace a little, almost walking straight into Hensen as he walked backwards.
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“Deles…” Vis’tal uttered, letting go of the bottle and leaning into Ticktick, its balance was inflicted as well, “Vis’tal Noh veeil weill…” It appeared to be disoriented, even more so then before, its eyes wandered as the substance passed through it’s thick blood stream, the unfamiliar beverage was having an unexpected effect on ‘Vissory’.

Hensen stepped to the side of her, letting her pass him for a moment, his eyes went to her, looking up her back side, toe to head, many notable objects there, the newly obtained glance made him even more eager then he was already, if that was possible.

“Good, even so, I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we missed the first bits of the ceremony…” He started up walking again, moving nimbly behind her, scrapping his waist up against hers for a moment before he moved around back to in front of her again, stepping over the mound of dead plants that separated the island from the woods, offering his hand so she could more easily cross.
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